"I'll go and have a look with that Taoist..." said the Fire Qilin.
Lin Feng nodded his head.
The Fire Qilin naturally had its own plans.
...
Lin Feng, however, glided toward the front. Some disciples were patrolling the area and from afar, he could hear their cursing voices, "Damn it, sending us to patrol the Yin Mountain, it's so eerie here at night. That Zhang Hui is really something, relying on his uncle being an elder in the sect, just so a few of those bootlickers who suck up to him get transferred away from Yin Mountain and change positions with us, it's utterly detestable."
"Sigh, what can we do since we have no power or influence within the Qingyang Sect? For now, we can only stand guard at Yin Mountain and see if we can curry favor with any core disciples. Hopefully, the senior brothers we suck up to will get us out of this damned place."
Another disciple said.
